Hanging out -Open-

[Pete Starintino]

Pete walked down to St. James park... a place he always liked. He told his friends to meet him because Pete has not seen the light of day in about a week or two. One, he was avoiding the cops, two, he looked like a wreck thanks to his father. But he needed his friends, and thats why he went.

Pete's hair feel over his eyes in an elegance may people could not explain, as many times as he would shake it away, it would come back over his eyes to the point where he just gave up. When he saw a bench, he through himself on it and waited... he had a feeling he wouldn't be mad today.

[Christian Remoc]

Christian stumbled into the park the way he always did. His walk was probably best described by his good friend Artemis, "a half-drunken stupor and half-regal strut", an odd combination to say the least. In fact, that was a good description of Christian, an odd combination. Must be a drama geek thing, he thought.

A short while ago he had gotten a call from Pete. As usually the call was short and terse, not unfriendly though. Just striaight to the point. But then again, that's how Remoc was as well. Formalities weren't exactly his thing.

Lying back on a bench, Remoc figured he would wait for him. If he had been slightly more attentive, however, he probably would have noticed Pete sitting on the bench right next to his.

[Pete Starintino]

Pete saw Remoc walking, it always made him do some kind of odd smile. All of them walked that way, some odd deformed way. Pete tossed a peppel at Remoc's head when he saw him sit right next to his own bench. "And i thought you were the smart one." Pete said sarcasticly with a grin, he walked over to his bench and sat down... "Whats up?" Pete asked not seeing one of his best friends in the longest time.

[Christian Remoc]

When the pebble hit his head, he frantically looked up, thinking that the squirrels were attacking him again. Long story, childhood trauma, don't ask. Much relived, he found it to be Pete instead.

"Me, smart? Only behind the stage curtains, my friend," he said with a smile. "Nothing much, though I didn't burn something in Chemistry this week. Must be because we only worked with water. How are you?"

[Pete Starintino]

"Eh... ify." Pete said, knowing Remoc knew about his family. "The cops want me." Pete sort of came out with any sign of waiting. Remoc sort of became a big brother kind of friend, he needed to know what to do.

[Christian Remoc]

"Well that's not too out of the ordinary..." Then it struck Remoc that Pete was serious, the cops actually were after him. Not that that phased him at all.

"What for?" He said, not missing a beat. It took quite a bit of restraint to not say 'this time'.

[Pete Starintino]

"My dad, he went after Lindsay so i stabbed him. Obviously they missed the point where he tried to beat my girlfriends brains in." He said not mad about what happened. He was so use to having Remoc help him out of trouble, so did his other friends Pete guessed. "What am i going to tell them, 'Oh well my dad is insane pig.'" He said with a bit of sarcasm.

[Christian Remoc]

"Really...can't say I blame ya. I would have done it eventually if you didn't" He said. Remoc knew how bad Pete's father was. It was a good thing he had a little common-sense, or he would have drawn his blade on that guy a long, long time ago.

It struck Remoc, however, that he was the one person around who had not only had several encounters with the police, but he was an Anarchist too. Who knew how to wheedle his way out of trouble better than him? "So, do you have any plans for this now? I might as well get involved. This would be my third time this month with the cops anyhow."

[Pete Starintino]

"Sorry." Pete said in a normal way. "And if you want to help fine, but there is no way i am turning myself in because I stabed a man who tried to kill me tuns of times." He said now starting to get angry with himself.

[Christian Remoc]

((Sorry it took so long ^^; ))

"Hmmm....You're right though. Cops probably wouldn't believe you anyhow."

Remoc rose to his feet, breathing in the park air. "Alright...well we 've got to come up with something..." He said. "Even with Lindsay testifying, I don't think the cops would do much for you, but they're probably looking for you as we speek. Well...first things first. Are you gonna need a place to crash?"

[Pete Starintino]

Remoc amazed Pete in these kind of situations, he always stayed so calm, unlike so may people he knew who would be freaking out.

"Alright...well we 've got to come up with something..." He said. "Even with Lindsay testifying, I don't think the cops would do much for you, but they're probably looking for you as we speek. Well...first things first. Are you gonna need a place to crash?"

Pete noded to everything, and then said. "Yeah..." To the crashing part. Pete really had no where to go.


((no problem ))